I thought you're very strong
and wanted to kiss on
your forehead, my dear mountain.
My false belief about your
free-flow broke me in pieces
O the jubilant fountain.
I imagined you as Ocean
and from far longed
to stroll on your shore!
But ah! your bond with
every creeper made me
go away from your fragile door.
If feather touches you,
you will jump out and
will seek your mom's lap.
No, no I ain't scaring you
or following your footprints,
I'm just cracking jokes chap!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the softness you created in the poem is touching